Page 35 of You Kissed Me First

Flipping up my dress, I glance down. “Oh. My. God. I am going to kill Nessa.”

I am mortified. My pussy looks like it bathed in a bathtub full of glitter.

“What did your sister do?”

I drop my dress and start pacing. “She handed me spray for down there before we went to the comedy show. You know, so it would smell fresh. It obviously had glitter in it. I had no idea.”

He bursts out laughing, which doesn’t help my embarrassment.

“Dominic, stop being an asshole.”

He grabs my arm, pulling me into his chest. “Listen, babe. I appreciate you trying to smell fresh for me. It’s the thought that counts. Honestly, even had I known you had a festive pussy job done, I would have still eaten it. It would take a lot for me to turn down a piece of you.”

I groan into his chest. “You are not helping. The mood is completely ruined now.”

“Hey, it’s only ruined if you want it to be ruined. I know this went a little fast. Do you need to take a step back?”

I think over his words. In the heat of the moment, all I could think about was being with him.

Now, I’m mortified. I want to hide beneath the covers and forget this ever happened.

Well, maybe not that orgasm.

“I feel like such a bitch, but, um, I think I need a little space.”

He pulls back, one hand on my cheek. “Take all the time you need. I’m going to take a shower and de-glitter myself. Besides, if I’m desperate, I still have your panties in my pocket to jack off to.”

“Dominic,” I chastise, slapping him on the chest.

“Go get ready for bed,” he says, offering me a smirk.

I shake my head as he closes the door. Making my way to my suitcase, I pull out my pajamas before heading to the second bath area that has only a sink. After changing and brushing my teeth, I make my way to bed, but a sound behind the other bathroom door causes me to stop.

Pressing my ear closer, I can hear the water from the shower. Then I hear the noise again. A small grunt.

Is he?

“Oh god, Katie.”

His voice is muffled through the door, but at the sound of my name, I jolt.

He’s jacking off to the thought of me.

My body heats again.

I’m still frozen in place when I hear the shower cut off.

I jump into action, throwing my clothes on my suitcase before tucking myself into bed. I leave the lights off. I know I should get up and also take a shower, but the thought of confronting him right now is scary.

I wasn’t supposed to like him.

I kind of think I do.

Closing my eyes, I turn away from the bathroom, pretending to have passed out. I don’t know if he believes it or not, but as he shuffles around the room, I listen, waiting for him to call me out.

He doesn’t. Instead, I feel him come over to the side of the bed. My body is tense as he leans down and….

Presses a kiss to the back of my head?

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